She stares, squints, searches It must be here somewhere, she muses It couldn't have simply disappeared Could it? She had found it- or at least a characterless, indistinguishable simulacrum version Near a place of regency She had had a grasp on it, had it encased between her long wiry fingers (she looks down at them … Continue reading Ina ne burina

You sometimes say you miss me And I always whisper it back because it feels like the right thing to do But- here I have to take a pause (tears are fickle things)- what I want to really, truly say is: "I know your words are just words, You don't miss me Oh don't get … Continue reading Missing you…

I fell upon a Pinterest quote a few hours ago which said "Your true nature is luminous". Ha! Me? Luminous? I barely resemble a functioning adult. My true nature (whatever that means!) is not luminous. It's dark and guarded, formed out of the cesspool of degenerated thoughts haunting my every day-night. Sometimes it's just an … Continue reading Dilapidated thoughts about a cafe of some sort

I've debated long and hard about writing this chapter. Not because I do not want to provide you with these salacious details concerning my life- because dear readers by now you must know that I'm not a saint and I try to be as honest here as I can possibly be- but because of the … Continue reading African Trysts- A Chronicle: Chapter 2

I made the decision to write down the experiences I have gone through during my three years of studying in a university abroad while I was boarding the flight back home for the very final time. The thought came to mind at the exact moment the flight attendant shoo-ed me to my seat ( "Welcome … Continue reading African Trysts- A Chronicle: Chapter 1

"The make up sex I had with Msizi after our first break up was great. Now, that I think of it I've always had mind-blowing sex after an argument..." "From this moment on, I'm not talking to you anymore." "Wait, why?" "I'm breaking up with you." "Ummm...again why?" "So we can have hot make up … Continue reading Conversation Along Vacoas Road

"Tell me something I don't know", he said as I was snuggled up against him in the bedroom dark. "If humans were killed at the rate we actually kill animals we'd be extinct in 17 years." "Wait what," he chuckled. "Fine, I'm not really sure if the poster said 17 years or 17 days," I … Continue reading You’re good enough for me

It took me around three weeks to watch the whole season of 13 Reasons Why. And I had a mental breakdown during the last episode. For those of you who haven't watched it or have forgotten it (but really who can forget this part?), this is the episode where Hannah cuts herself open. Yes, I was … Continue reading I’m not going to die.

Unless you're a time traveler from the nineteenth century you probably know what a side chick is. According to the ever so (NOT!) reliable urban dictionary a side chick is the millennial word for the 'other woman' or 'mistress': a female that is neither a male's wife or girlfriend who has relations with the male … Continue reading The Reality Behind Being A Side Chick

If you're anything like me you probably like to make resolutions around New Year's time. Why wouldn't you? It makes you feel like you have a sense of purpose. Like you're improving, ameliorating because god forbid you're like the rest who never want to change. But fact is when you are making these resolutions you … Continue reading Why I Always Fail My New Year’s Resolutions…